Category: Pink Dot Detour

“I’m angry,” he said. “I know.” I put my hands over his clenched fists. “How did you do it?” I shrugged. I don’t really know. “Positive thinking?” I ask. The whole Universe rushes forward to shush me. He growled. In only the way he can. And that is the last time we talked. See you…

February 6th is my own weird version of Groundhog Day, except that it doesn’t necessarily repeat the same cycles… It just throws major events in my way. I fear the day, because it often represents the start of a monumental change. I was christened on February 6th, 1966. The church later burned down, which really…

Yesterday, I blogged about choosing my word for 2019: FEARLESS Today I want to craft my brand in a mission statement to myself. To live fearlessly … always choosing the path to enlightenment and betterment, even if it appears dark & lonely. For I don’t walk alone* *Note that the mission statement is subject to…

Facing death is something I have to do at least every six months with my scans. The grim reaper has come calling once, but it wasn’t my time. I came back with a new appreciation for the moments we have and with whom we share them with. If you aren’t in my life, there is…

I submitted this poem to CBC’s 2018 poetry competition, but it wasn’t selected. Instead I’d like to share it here with you … one in two canadians my breast whispered i am one in eight i can’t do this i reply back to lay awake poking at the lump staring at my white popcorn ceiling…

If I think of a month filled with the grim reaper … it’s November. Gone are the brilliant autumn colours. Long gone are the vibrant heat waves of summer. November is grey and barren and lifeless. Not even a sprinkling of snow covers the bleakness of the month. It’s too early to decorate for the…

Our weather patterns are a hot mess. While Hurricane Michael built itself up to a Category 4 storm in stealth mode, we were breaking heatwave records in Canada. Hot weather makes me cranky. After volunteering in the Emergency Room many years ago, I realized that there was a pattern connecting heat to tempers … violence,…

I don’t know why I needed a good cry today. Or – perhaps – it is better to say I don’t know which reason was the catalyst that opened the floodgates. I moved into a Sales Executive role and had to bring home a big win for 3Q and I delivered, despite everyone telling me…

It started with a lonely little post in a Facebook forum I frequent … “I’ve been given my walking papers, so to speak. I have four to six weeks left” is all it said. While I don’t know the poster personally, my heart skipped a beat in fear for my Triple Negative Breast Cancer sister….

Humans are obsessed with their future. We want to know what will happen tomorrow, the day, month, year or decades after that. We read horoscopes, visit fortune tellers and try to predict the stock market. We are less capable adults if we don’t plan ahead for rainy days, education funds and retirement. I spent a…